Back in 1998 we had an ice storm in Montreal. At first we thought little of it, but from one day to the next we were being told to go back home and that school was closing. For the next two weeks came about what was the longest power outage we've ever had since electricity.
What had happened was that the freezing rain had left thick layers of ice around every surface in the city, and the power lines could not withstand the pressure. So we all had to go home.
Thing is, home was not a place where we had electricity. Luckily enough for us, we were able to relocate temporarily to my grandmother's condo where the complex was powered. However, many other people had to gather in community shelters and schools in order to have somewhere to survive the winter.
In the end, the ice storm gave us a reason to disconnect from the machines of life, and open up to each other and show one another the solidarity and charity we shared for each other (family, friends and citizens).
It is a memory I consider good in my existence. Go figure, it was a disaster that brought us together.







